The life of a musician never stops, even after they are dead and gone. Their music lives on for years and years.
There’s a serious problem here :3 😻 p.s. they need to make a hello kitty emoji! I would be using it all the time! Ok. Byyyyeeee
Organizing my opera rep folder..📚 It’s getting super full!! This isn’t good. Gotta go get a bigger one. Great! -.- psstt..🎼 I might do a music rep folder organization video on my opera/vocal YouTube channel! 🎶📖🎶
marilyn monroe / lips on a napkin / may 1962
Well, let’s start from the very beginning. When I was born I wasn’t just “born”, I was saved. Coming into this world was a miracle for me. You might be asking why. Not only was I born premature and placed in a Siberian orphanage, but I was also blessed with Poland Syndrome. This blessing not only made me Me, but it has changed the way people think of the “disabled.”
Poland Syndrome is a syndrome different from most, where it affects different parts of the body. When the fetus is in its 46th day it starts to stop blood flow to a certain part of the body (usually to one of the limbs; the arm or hand) which causes the body part to stop developing. In my case it was my left arm. I have lived with it all of my life. Clearly, it’s a part of everything I do.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I would have been, if I had a left hand. Don’t get me wrong, I love who I am, and who I have become. I just wonder if anything about me would change. I’m almost sure I wouldn’t be who I am today. I can’t remember when my parents tried to explain to me why I didn’t have a hand; all I can remember is that they kept telling me it was a blessing from God. I like to believe it is. I’ve gone so far with only one hand; for example, I learned to monkey bar climb when I was about 8 years old. My parents were shocked how well I could do it. It takes a normal person 2 hands to monkey bar climb, but for me it took my right hand and the “elbow pit” area of my arm, where your arm bends at the elbow. I would use it to hold on to the bar while my right hand would grab the next bar. This was a huge accomplishment in my life. So big that sometimes my parents would brag about it. The fact that they told almost everyone about my accomplishment made me want to challenge more. I wanted to “wow” the world.
I have accomplished so much since the monkey bar encounter. Not only have I become an opera singer, where I have traveled around the world to work with the best vocal teachers, but I also learned how to play the cello. I would place the bow into an adapter my father created for me and I’d play away. Playing the cello let me express my love for music in a way I couldn’t before. The cello transformed what I thought was a disability into an ability. It also made the way I thought about “disabled” people so different than what it should be. I am not “disabled”; rather, I am “differently abled.” A man named Gabe gave me that term. He’s one of my biggest inspirations. Not only is Gabe a scientist at NASA, but he goes around to schools and talks about his life and what he does. I met him when he visited Central Florida Aerospace Academy, the last school I was at. I remember asking him, “Has there ever been an opera singer up in space?” That question changed everything. We are now very good friends and he tells me stories about different people who inspire him. I want to be like him someday.
Surprisingly, I’m interested in so many more things. I’ve fallen in love with architecture. I love the way a wall or a door can affect a person. The way a cloudy tinted glass door can make a person curious to go into a different space intrigues me. I think I want to become an architect. I want to create and design spaces unlike any other space. I want to change someone’s world just with space. I want to create an experience that no one has ever been in. I want to leave an impression on the world that there are no limits as to what someone can do, other than themselves.
The journey to the evolution of me has taken me across several continents. It has exposed me to the world of science and the arts and people who have nurtured my soul. The journey continues…
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.